You made me cry again, but it was more along the lines of Billie Holiday’s happy blues or maybe someone who just got called to “come on down” on the Price Is Right. We all know what a sentimental fool I am. But what a perfectly sweet thing to offer. My instinct was “Nah, I’m fine.” My second thought was “I can’t put my address online anyway.” And the third: this is so nice and I’m so charmed that I can’t say no. Dammit, I would really love that.
So, how about this: If you heart this post, I’ll send you an ask-message with my address. (It’s also in my FB info if you’re my FB friend.) And if you want to send me a book, I’d be totally tickled. And if you think of anything I can give to you - a photo, a bad drawing, a pair of polyester pants, a sparkly vest, a tour around LA (tailored to your interests), a cup of coffee, a foo-foo drink - just let me know and I’m there. You name it.